When I was nine months pregnant, the baby suddenly stopped moving in my belly. I rushed to the hospital for a C-section. When I woke up, my mother-in-law happily told me I’d had a big, healthy boy. My sister-in-law, who had divorced after becoming pregnant, gave birth to a stillborn on the very same day. After that, she treated my son extremely well. Eventually, before I died, I left all my inheritance to them. But then they told me the stillborn I’d given birth to back then was actually my child. The child I’d raised with all my heart for eighteen years was my sister-in-law’s. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I first realized the baby in my belly had stopped moving.
